Count Raven Increasing Deserts
Here you are after all your traveling
And have you found your way
Did you loose your time here
Too many forms in the way
All your life you've been ill treated
Hurt most all your life
No help and misleaded
You wish to say goodnight
You say there is no tomorrow
I urge you to be brave
I beg you, love each other
Turn night into day
Although Increasing Deserts
Decrease all your land
You are only losing
Unless you take my hand
